Nature

"And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils"

-William Wordsworth

Simple life

If life was simple. And I more free, I'd walk many a mile, just to see, Littered leaves on a forest floor, And crashing waves along the shore. Po-tee-weet the birds would sing, Hop and jump and flaunt their wings- Of colours bright, red and blue, Drinking from the morning dew.
Alas life is but not simple, We work and cry and crumble, In the manic maze of society, Which robs us from us quietly.

THE CRICKET SONG

I marvel at the crickets’ song,

Goes on and on, all night long.

After you and I fall asleep,

They still go on singing deep.

Fair sun does set soon after noon,

These lads choose to sing for the moon.

Cheering in the chilly night,

For the distant and faint light,

In the dark too there’s delight.

FIREFLIES

Why do fireflies shine?

Flickering. Fluttering. Twinkling,

Like winged stars.

Perhaps they're burning,

Rebelling against the darkness,

Of cold unforgiving nights.

Lending light to my lonely heart,

Kindling comforting warmth.

Sunset

What a pleasure it is!

To smile at the setting sun,

And heave out a sigh of relief,

For the day is ending,

And you have worked as hard as him.

Glad of the days that passed,

Glad of the days to come!

Pretty sunsets dissolve in the horizon.

Everyday.

And die a silent tragic death.

Lost forever. Lost everywhere,

But from my inner eye,

Immune to the sands of time.

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